sLiCe
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I'm still sort of in awe..... I was driving down the road, minding my own business, smoking a blunt. I stop at a stop sign, and take a few hits. All of the sudden, I look to my left and who do I see standing there?
A BIKE COP!
The bike made him pretty stealth because I was unable to hear him approacing. With the blunt still in my mouth, he signals me to roll down the window, so I do so immediately. Now, keep in mind, not only was I smoking a blunt, but I was on the way back from picking up a QP at my uncles. (scared as shit ofcourse) I feel as though the story would be best experienced if I recreate the conversation, so here it goes. (this takes place after the standard "Licence and registration please? Do you know what you did?" speech)
Cop: What do you think your doin here son?
Me: I was just going for a ride.....
Cop: Lookie here.... that's not a regular cigar, now is it? Looks like some Mary-jew-wanna (exactly how he pronounced it)
*before I could say anything, he grabs it from my mouth and stares me down for what seemed like 2 hours (it was really only about 10 seconds lol)*
He takes a good look at it.... and then takes a hit! I ofcourse wasnt gonna say anything, and then.....
Without saying anything else, the cop CONTINUES to smoke my blunt, hops back on his bike, and rides in the opposite direction. I sat there puzzled for a few seconds, and thanking god he didn't search my car...
im still sort of in shock and I can't believe that happened.... but wtf... I sacraficed 7 grams for possible jail time, so I guess I got off easy
A BIKE COP!
The bike made him pretty stealth because I was unable to hear him approacing. With the blunt still in my mouth, he signals me to roll down the window, so I do so immediately. Now, keep in mind, not only was I smoking a blunt, but I was on the way back from picking up a QP at my uncles. (scared as shit ofcourse) I feel as though the story would be best experienced if I recreate the conversation, so here it goes. (this takes place after the standard "Licence and registration please? Do you know what you did?" speech)
Cop: What do you think your doin here son?
Me: I was just going for a ride.....
Cop: Lookie here.... that's not a regular cigar, now is it? Looks like some Mary-jew-wanna (exactly how he pronounced it)
*before I could say anything, he grabs it from my mouth and stares me down for what seemed like 2 hours (it was really only about 10 seconds lol)*
He takes a good look at it.... and then takes a hit! I ofcourse wasnt gonna say anything, and then.....
Without saying anything else, the cop CONTINUES to smoke my blunt, hops back on his bike, and rides in the opposite direction. I sat there puzzled for a few seconds, and thanking god he didn't search my car...
im still sort of in shock and I can't believe that happened.... but wtf... I sacraficed 7 grams for possible jail time, so I guess I got off easy
